In her kiss I tasted the revolution
The sweet implication of
Freedom
In her touch I felt the rebels,
The stomps
And shakes that seize my butterflies
In her whisper I heard the screams,
In silence, and in the air
They breathe
There’s music and liberty
In her eyes I saw a war
Sparkling like a neon borealis
Like the dreams I sew
On a spring end’s meadow
In her,
I experience life, in death
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